Mouth agape I couldn't hear a single sound this time. Did the blood pumping in my ears drown it all out or did his hands choke off the music before it could play?
No matter, I figured. Some details were not important enough for any devil to pick as a hiding spot.
I reached up with the hand I could still move and wrapped my fingers around his arm. Only somewhere along the way did I forget what I'd meant to accomplish. My strength, I noticed, was flowing fast and red across the floor, mocking my earlier vows of tenacity.
It was then that I truly felt how our genre played us like a fiddle sometimes. How else could my inner monologue sport all those fancy details when in truth neither my mind nor my tongue had any inclination of forming even the most basic of words?
"Dhh... nnn..."
When I saw the knife I smiled. We'd always been artists, if given the right tools. Looking back I thanked my mind's haze for obscuring the identity of his next canvas at that moment.
no subject
No matter, I figured. Some details were not important enough for any devil to pick as a hiding spot.
I reached up with the hand I could still move and wrapped my fingers around his arm. Only somewhere along the way did I forget what I'd meant to accomplish. My strength, I noticed, was flowing fast and red across the floor, mocking my earlier vows of tenacity.
It was then that I truly felt how our genre played us like a fiddle sometimes. How else could my inner monologue sport all those fancy details when in truth neither my mind nor my tongue had any inclination of forming even the most basic of words?
"Dhh... nnn..."
When I saw the knife I smiled. We'd always been artists, if given the right tools. Looking back I thanked my mind's haze for obscuring the identity of his next canvas at that moment.